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ex0toxin · 2 months
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road trip 🚗💨
jsys week'24, day 4
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greenglowinspooks · 5 months
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)
Tw: N/A
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)
(Masterlist/subscription post)
It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.
And Danny hated it.
He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.
In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.
After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.
He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.
Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.
Right. Scarecrow.
His escape.
The chase.
His mom.
“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”
“Oh.”
After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.
“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”
Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!
“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”
“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”
“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”
“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”
Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.
Danny sat down.
“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”
Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.
“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”
“Oh,” Danny said.
He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.
Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.
Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.
It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.
Tucker.
Amity park.
Home.
Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.
He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.
Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.
“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”
Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.
He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.
At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.
Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.
Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.
It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.
Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.
He was not about to cry.
“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”
He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.
Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.
He read the report again.
And again.
And again.
Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.
“What?”
“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”
“How is that a bad thing?”
“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”
Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.
“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.
“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”
“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”
“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”
Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.
“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”
“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”
But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”
“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”
“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”
Dr. Crane sighed.
“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”
“…Why?”
“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”
Danny paused.
“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”
“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”
Danny snorted.
“You care about laws now?”
“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”
Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.
“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”
“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”
Danny nodded. He could live with that.
“Alright, then let’s get to work.”
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.
Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429
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pianokantzart · 7 months
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Mario worrying about Luigi compilation
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methoughtsphantom · 2 months
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Cujo’s ears perked up, honing in the sound of a core starting, electricity crackling and a human screaming. The scent of corpse hung in the air, but the moisture frazzled his fur. The pounding started.
And soon the digging too.
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northlight14 · 3 months
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While I’m a big fan of the “Von Karma being a piece of shit mentor and father figure to Edgeworth” concept and there is definitely some truth to those statements, I also wanna address the fact that it is canon that Von Karma was a good mentor to Edgeworth and growing up in that household wasn’t as horrific as it may seem at first glance. Frankly if it was, Edgeworth wouldn’t have been manipulated like he was.
Now just taking that into consideration, that makes the moment Edgeworth finds out what actually happened to his dad so much more heartbreaking. When mini Miles lost his dad, that was his world taken from him. He didn’t have any other relatives to go to and no direction in life. Then in steps a man who he knew his father respected to some degree, offering him a home and guidance, teaching mini Miles everything he knows and inspiring him. The ruthless God of prosecutors himself helping Edgeworth build himself up again.
Then he finds out that the one man who stepped in, the one he was willing to follow, was the very same man who caused his suffering in the first place. Not only that, but he’s spent so long following his teachings, that he himself has essentially become just another version of the man who caused his suffering. And to add fuel to the fire, that father figure clearly knew of Edgeworth’s survivors guilt and PTSD and used it against him and went as far as to frame him for murder.
It is honestly a wonder to me how Edgeworth didn’t completely break down right then and there in the courtroom. Von Karmas betrayal of Edgeworth is definitely talked about a lot in the fandom but the added context of what isn’t shown in the game or anime just makes it all the more heartbreaking
Edit: doing an edit on this post cuz I feel like I didn’t communicate what I wanted the best I could. My bad, y’all. This isn’t me saying that there wasn’t abuse at play. There was. Manfred was very obviously emotionally neglectful of Edgeworth and Franziska and instilled a perfectionist complex in both of them. That much is clear by the way Edgeworth speaks with him in a strictly business like manner. But I think it’s important to acknowledge that while Manfred was a shitty father figure, he still showed Edgeworth some form of kindness over the years. (I also believe that it has been confirmed that he was a good mentor to Miles but if I’m wrong about that let me know). We see that in the anime in particular where it’s shown he favoured Miles over Franziska. And also that’s how abuse works. The abuser will show kindness to their victim because otherwise they can’t manipulate the victim as easily. Manfred isn’t a good person but I think it’s important to look at his relationship with Edgeworth with a bit of nuance. Miles knew Manfred wouldn’t show him mercy in the court room because he knows how important his win record is. That doesn’t take away from the fact that he showed Edgeworth some form of kindness over the years. In my opinion, it just makes the whole situation more tragic
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do you know what was the biggest fumble in sitcom history….
not establishing this fucking chaos duo as a pairing
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blackcover · 10 months
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Uhhhhh, surely it's been a quite long while...? Anyway! Yeah, still alive yet apparently not that active anymore. So please bear with my sticking to the older setting because?? BOY HERE HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN?!
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sysig · 27 days
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The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Handplates#Sans#Papyrus#Asgore#Always with memories/lack of memories being distressing! How memories shape action interests me quite a lot#Papyrus and Sans both have the ''this has been on me since forever so it's normal'' outlook on the plates#Defensive when other people get concerned about their lack of concern haha <3#But what if ♪#Honestly probably could be set anywhere but I wanted Papyrus to be worried for Sans' safety and not fully know why <3#Lots of very I don't know why I know this but I'm not happy about it haha#Can you tell I didn't use references for this from Asgore's outfit and the boys being on the opposite sides lol#It was very fun to draw them being carried haha ♥ Asgore's gigantic hands#Teeny tiny babies even still haha#In case it's unclear - Sans is looking at Asgore's text in the second panel and putting two and two together about his hand plate#That was a point of curiousity for me while I was reading :0 All the other text Gaster uses to communicate is WingDings!#All the papers he has the boys do and obviously his native font to speak haha#Wondered briefly if it was perhaps that distancing thing I mentioned a bit back in reference to ZEX actually haha#Like swearing in a different language - a way to not claim the action as his own in some small sense#Or perhaps as reference to their fonts being in that alphabet? I wonder!#I love their little interactions in how they look out for each other even in small ways <3#Papyrus concerned of course! Falling is dangerous! It'll be more obvious why later but this is emotionally a very strong and real feeling!#And Sans wants to do anything he can to not make his brother sad ♥#It'll all turn out okay you two 💕
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geekynightowl1997 · 6 months
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Okay, so I JUST finished Season 3 of Leverage- but I have to rewatch Season 3 (my mom wants to watch the season with me- I got way too excited and I couldn't wait to watch it.) Anyway, I'm rewatching Season 1 episode 1- (just because.)
Anyway- after watching them grow with each other- going back and hearing them not wanting to work together is hilarious.
Like when the bomb went off; who went out first? Parker, Hardison, and Eliot.
When Hardison tripped? Eliot pulled him up.
In the hospital? They kept Eliot in the same room as Nate. They had Hardison and Parker share a same room.
When they went and collected Sophie; All their expressions were accurate and haven't changed.
It was suppose to be a one and done. Walk away. Clean their hands of each other.
But their bad guys and sometimes bad guys are sometimes the only good guys.
They can't walk away.
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justsasuke · 5 months
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Went to bed last night thinking about that scene in shippuden where Juugo jumps in front of Sasuke to protect him from the Hokage reincarnations and how it parallels all the times Sasuke jumped in front of his team mates (Team 7) to protect them except this time in reverse. And then I thought about how until Team Taka no one ever jumped in front of Sasuke to protect him, and how surprised Sasuke looks when Juugo does it. . . and anyway if anyone asks why I love Team Taka and think they're the best thing that's ever happened to Sasuke this is one of the reasons why.
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tigers1o1 · 6 months
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I’m thinking about him :(
Chip is such a tragic fucking character. Like genuinely. Fucking UGH. He makes me crazy. Cause like yeah he’s a bastard and he’s silly goofy stinky man, but he’s also the kid with no home. He’s the kid that never knew anything but life on the streets, in the cold, in the rain, fighting for food right alongside the rats, fighting for a place to sleep. He’s the kid that got a family, for a while, before they fucking drowned. Because as hard as he wants to believe that Arlin is alive, Chip has never been an optimist. Maybe in theory, he could be, maybe he could pretend to be. But deep down, he’s the kid that bad things happen to. People don’t stick around for that kid. Intentional or not, they’re always leaving and leaving and leaving and he’s alone again, fighting with the rats. He fucking clawed his way through survival, forcing himself to get up and find food, and managing to steal it, despite the exhaustion that pulled at his bones and the sickness that rattled his lungs every winter that he didn’t have a roof over his head- every winter. He got 3 short years of a family, a home, and then it was back to the streets. This time was maybe marginally better, because at least he could somewhat depend on the gang, but even then. They were all starving, they were all cold. You can only depend on other people so much when everyone’s life is on the line 24/7. He probably cried himself to sleep more times than he could count in Skullslice. Missing his family and cursing whatever cruel god decided to stick him back exactly where he was born. And then the person who’s offered him a hand and the vision of safety in numbers looked at him and asked him to take someone else’s life. He’d never done that before. He’d watched people die, but it had never been at his own hand. He didn’t want to. He wasn’t stuck on the streets because he was a criminal that wanted to be there, he was there out of necessity, because he had nowhere else to go. And this? This wasn’t necessary. So he left. For the first time, he did the leaving. After 10 years of at least some safety that came from at least the familiarity of the same people, he left and went out into the sea on his own. He knew how dangerous the sea was, hell, he watched it swallow his family. But somehow the risk of that, the reward of being back in the one place he felt like maybe he belonged, it was worth leaving those people behind. It was worth making a few enemies in the fire that he set, because he excused it by saying that those? They were bad people, and maybe if the fire got them, it would be deserved. He didn’t want to kill anyone, but all his actions were of necessity. And as he set out, he looked out at the horizon he’d yet to discover, and maybe a tear fell, because in a way Rueben had been his family too, even if a bad one. But now? Now he’d find the old one. He’d find Arlin, because so many years will fade a memory, and it’s easier to look at a tragedy and see hope when you couldn’t remember the tragedy in full. And he met a bright eyed girl who had a look in her eye- that same one in his, the need to find someone. And for some reason she agreed to join him. He didn’t really know what to do with that, but at least he could maybe have a friend. Maybe if he did die out on the sea, someone could miss him. And then they found another, a lost soul floating aimlessly in the ocean, a distant look in his eyes and an exhausted frogtopus sleeping on his chest.
And maybe Chip’s life finally started looking up as he made these friends, and learned to be a better person for the sake of others.
That is, until he died for them, his heart pulled straight out of his chest at only 19 years old.
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tibli · 4 months
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people really act like johndirk murdered their entire family or smth
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oyeedraw-arts · 2 years
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I think I screwed up the scales here a little and made Hunter too short. But Belos’ height had been very inconsistent throughout the episodes. Eh. Tall stinky old man.
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mossiestpiglet · 7 months
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[image id: a young ball python half curled up on top of a piece of cork bark, with more cork bark behind. End id.]
I thought Orville was just having a fun day of basking on his bark, but no actually he pooped in his warm hide and just was asking me to clean it.
(He’s a spider morph I was given for free, I don’t condone the breeding or sale of spider complex bps)
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immediatebreakfast · 7 months
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"When he saw me he became furious, and had not the attendants seized him in time, he would have tried to kill me."
We have already talked how Seward's perspective of Renfield is blurred thanks to his own biases, and his ableist ideas about him, and today we see another example of that unrealiable perspective.
Remember that "underveloped homicidal maniac" diagnosis? It seems that Seward hasn't let go of it since Renfield's anger was interpreted as killing intent. Which is, in a way, a great example of how ableism affects a vulnerable mentally ill person, and weaponizes their emotions against them in order to justify the treatment brought by the system.
Renfield escaped after Seward's attempt at making him escape was ignored, and he went to the deserted chapel (that Dracula is using) to possibly convince the Count to take him as a servant. Seward, not knowing that he "interrupted" this, thinks that Renfield's anger is actually him wanting to kill him, and not anger expressed at said interruption.
But Renfield's reaction was used as justification to restrain him, and even we have proof that if Seward, and his attendants have waited for a moment, Renfield would have gone without problems with them again.
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